One Chapter, Two Plots, No Brains
Someone must have been telling lies about Fluttershy, for without having done anything wrong she was distressed one fine morning. She opened her eyes to the rays of the sun. Angel should have woken her to prepare breakfast before now, but he had failed to appear.
"Angel Bunny? Where are you?"
She lurched out of bed. For some entirely not already revealed reason, her hind legs were misbehaving. She attempted to close them properly, and the sudden pressure awakened her new occupant.
Angel was caught in a fleshy tunnel, like the mouth of a serpent. A serpent with a terrible diet and no teeth. His instincts kicked in and so did his legs. He scrambled furiously against his constraints, a pink length hair kept falling down into his face.
Fluttershy felt a strange nausea. "Wha..." was as far she got before her knees started trembling.
In a mirror, she often wondered why she had so many double mirrors scattered around her tree house, she saw an infinite number of white, irate rabbits thrashing from under her pink tail. His forepaws struck her rump, leaving bright red welts that showed through her yellow fur.
"Angel, is ... oh ... stop, please, I'm ... I'm gonna ..." the pegasus squeaked.
Angel heard his owner and pulled harder against the strange inclosure, desperate to reach her. He felt a sudden spasm through the walls surrounding him, and suddenly the ground was rushing toward him. He kicked against the spasming thing until his face encountered the floor, pushing him farther back.
Fluttershy moaned as she felt her pet rabbit intrude her to the point of impossibility. Warm, sticky spurts shot along the floor between her soft stomach and the floor, forming a pool that she lay in.
This was the sort of moment that one certainly doesn't want to be interrupted. It is also the moment that ponies are most likely to make a surprise visit. That book that you've been asking to have returned for the past six weeks, yeah, that's when somepony decides to return it, and they won't knock either. No, they just fucking come right in the door. Maybe I should have locked my door first, Lewis, but you still should have fucking knocked. What is this, Seinfeld or something? Fuck, man. Er, pony. I'm the one who should be angry here, not you.
Twilight burst through the door and paused. Violet eyes took in the bizarre scene before them, and sent the information to her brain, which replied the signal was broken and unclear. The eyes repeated themselves. Her brain read both messages as the same and disconnected itself.
"Twilight! Thank goodness you're here. I'm … having an odd morning."
"Fluttershy," her voice came slow as she forced the object holding the walls of her skull apart back into action, "I have many questions right now, but I think the first would be, why do you have a penis?" And the second is, can I taste it? What? No, brain. That is not what I brought you back to think about.
"I'm not sure. Did you mess up a spell?"
"Well, I, uh …" this didn't seem like it was on the list of possible side effects of the All Natural Horn Enlargement Spell she'd cast last night … "No."
"Maybe it was Zecora?"
Conveniently, Zecora was headed into town past the cottage at this exact moment. Hearing her name, she poked her head in the window, "This was no doing of mine."
Fluttershy and Twilight stared at her expectantly.
After a long moment, Zecora sighed in disgust and added the rhyming line.
"That wasn't your best, Zecora."
"Are you sure you're feeling well?"
The zebra didn't reply, only walked away muttering under her breath, "Try something new once and everypony expects you to keep it up forever. I had a PhD in Chemistry and a 2-bedroom apartment, and now I live in the woods selling folk remedy, witch-doctor bullshit because University of Zebrica isn't an accredited institution of learning. It was good enough 1000 years ago when ponies were pillaging our libraries..."
"Oh, that Zecora, always filled with the mysticism of the Other."
"But in a polite, non-threatening way that is just distant enough from the source material not to offend my politically correct sensibilities," added Fluttershy in a suddenly bright tone.
Twilight helped the yellow pegasus back up to all fours. Below her the wet white wonder was separating. Better lick it up before it dry- Dammit, brain, no, this is not the time. Twilight was thankfully distracted by the sound of Angel, his head still emerging from his owner's rear, coughing his throat clear.
"Fluttershy, I think my second question will be, why is Angel lodged in your plot."
"I'm not sure. Did you mess up a spell?"
"Well, I, uh …" this didn't seem like it was on the list of possible side effects of the All … wait, "We already did this."
"Maybe it was Zecora."
Her voice was interrupted by a brick wrapped in paper smashing through the window. Twilight opened the paper and read, "I am not responsible for your fucked up personal lives, you degenerate morons."
Once more, Fluttershy and Twilight waited expectantly, until a second brick followed with a note reading, "Also, my mane doesn't do this naturally. It is a STYLE! I expect a compliment next time we meet! Organoboron."
Fluttershy pouted at the weak lyricism, but recovered as Twilight walked behind her. Angel stared up at her with pleading eyes. It was a miracle that he hadn't been crushed, and miracles are an offense against science. Twilight cracked her hooves, then moaned as blood slid from her coronets and down shattered cuticles.
"Why do you do that?"
"It feels kind of good ..." Twilight slammed her eyelids like shutters and focused on the problem at hoof. Her horn glowed with the untold power required to remake the entire world in her liking, or pull a rabbit from between one of her friend's legs. Also she knew how to grow facial hair. Versatility is important.
Magical energy swirled around the rabbit, pulling him against the walls of flesh encompassing. He squirmed, drawing a squeak from Fluttershy. Twilight pulled, but to no avail.
"Are you clenching?"
"Of course not!"
"Because your haunches seem to be glistening with sweat," and for purely scientific reasons I want to know how it tastes, just a little lick- NO! DAMMIT, BRAIN!
After an hour of straining and pushing her horn's magic against the yellow posterior, Twilight flopped to the ground exhausted.
"I can't get him out."
"Well, maybe I should just leave him in?"
"You know better than that," Twilight ticked off the information about disease, disorders, and the possible death of both participants.
Fluttershy moaned, but that might have just been because Angel moved again.
"There is one spell I know that might work, but we'll need to go to the library. Which means you'll have to …" Lay on your back and let me- NONONONOSTOPITRIGHTNOWBRAIN!
While Twilight stood outside, gulping down fresh air and trying to force her psyche off its present course, Fluttershy donned her Gala dress. The fabric was tight, pulling left and right across her enhancement. Angel scrambled more furiously to keep a clear path of air.
There was no way she was going to make it all the way to the library like this. So, for purely practical, tactical and mathematically necessary reasons, she removed her dress and stood before one of her many, many mirrors. She slid a hoof down, pressing her testicles aside and finding the folds of her vajayjay.
"Angel, if you'd please ..." she asked.
The rabbit, never one to deny his mistress' needs, began thrashing inside her rectum. He played her newly grown prostate gland like a bongo drum, driving her to a ferocious climax. The mirror, now frosted, didn't show her flushed face or exhausted expression. A few minutes washing herself in the basin in her bathroom cleaned at least those parts of her body that would be visible when in her dress, and the pegasus soon found herself standing outside beside Twilight.
The walk was difficult, each step of her hindlegs caused a fresh sensation, even to her already sexually exhausted body.
After several accidental glances at the green bulge and the gradually dampening fabric, Twilight spoke, "Why are you wearing a dog collar?"
"I'm not sure. Did you-"
"No, I did not put a dog collar on you by messing up a spell."
"Maybe it was-"
"No, Zecora didn't do it either."
"Well I didn't," the pegasus insisted, dipping her eyes behind her pink mane, letting her hairs drag through the mud.
After several near misses with ponies who, for some reason, suddenly wanted to have in depth conversations, Twilight and Fluttershy arrived in the Library. The unicorn was thankful that Spike was going to be masturbating in Rarity's bushes all day, this was not the sort of thing she wanted to explain to the innocent dragon.
After several minutes of searching, she found the book she needed, Plot Resolutions. It was an ancient tome Twilight had discovered by probing deep into the annals of Equestrian history. She flipped past "Diabolus Ex Machina," past "Sexy Results," past "BEACH PARTY!" finally settling on "Pony Centipede/Starfish."
"Alright," she said, "this might hurt a bit. A lot. Incredibly much."
Twilight's magic reached out, twisting the separate intestines together. Angel squirmed violently as his digestive system was reversed and connected to the larger system he had become a part of. It was like being disemboweled and reemboweled, then contraboweled and finally interrobanged.
His agonized thrashing caused Fluttershy to shake from the inside, bringing fresh spasms to her body, but she held herself on her hooves. She was getting better at this!
Gasping desperately, she looked back at Twilight, "Did … did it work?"
"I think so," Twilight leaned in close to the yellow and white blasphemy against nature before her, and Angel opened his mouth. A belch, or, eugh.
Twilight scribbled out a note and left it by Spike's doggie bed,
"Dear Princess Celestia,
Today I learned what's invisible and smells like carrots.
I am ready to die. Please?
Signed, your faithful student,
Twilight Sparkle
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PS: Please?"
And then they all fucked.
It was pretty gross; you don't want the details.
